"Why do you take pictures?" It's a loaded question that I get asked all the time and there's definitely more than one answer. My first camera was a pu...
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Katie falls asleep to the sound of my laughter, knowing she's 100 percent responsible. It's been such a privilege, watching her grow up. She puts on a good show. But me? I'm a good audience. And that's what makes me a good mom.
The idea of burying our pictures on a hard drive or keeping them on a memory card is, in my opinion, a waste of great memories.
Once upon a time, I was on the dance floor with my college boyfriend. It was at a disco -- remember those? -- and I thought I was doing an OK job of imitating the moves of the people around us. Wrong.
But here's the thing about memories: you gotta be there. Perhaps this is what startles us after living a quarter of the whole shebang: we're so used to leaving others.
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